Deep Ambitions

Within the central throne region of the derelict tower, several wolf-like creatures stood prepared for orders. The creatures were roughly the size of a german shepherd in size and mass, with monstrous maws filled with vicious fangs. As Yuria approached them from the roof of her tower, the creatures stood at attention. Yuria smirked, looking amongst the creatures with a sort of twisted glee. Her creations, so loyal, so loving, so obedient.

Should couldn't have asked for a more loyal force.

"Father, mother. Step forward, if you would please." Yuria stamped her foot as if to make a point. The pack before Yuria parted, as a pair of larger creatures of similar appearance emerged. Their bodies were covered in an icy armor coat, mist leaving their bodies to create a cape-like appearance. The creatures looked at Yuria, before bowing before her. Yuria smirked once more, before caressing both of them on the forehead.

"I have a task for both of you," Yuria stated. "I am in need of a certain staff, said to have belonged to my ancestor, Mordred. It is supposed that this staff was the source of much of his necromantic power. I want you to bring this staff to me so I may begin to amass my own forces. Once you have procured this, you are to locate Maledict's tomb so I may resurrect him and begin my utter domination of this world."

The creatures hissed and spat, taking in the information their master gave them. With a snap of her fingers, Yuria shouted, "Now go! Carry out my will!"

With a howl, the creatures turned and began to sprint, vanishing in a flash of spectral light....